So today I went with rugrat to pick up her boyfriend at the hospital. Well, at the bus stop a mile away from the hospital.
He broke a tooth about a year ago, badly enough that he was able to pull part of the tooth out himself. He hasn't been to the dentist (no insurance), and it's been causing him pain off and on ever since. It was so bad this morning that he got a ride to the hospital, where they gave him oxycodone, ibuprofen, a serious antibiotic -- and instructions to get the damned thing pulled.
After taking the oxycodone, he felt better and walked a mile to a bus stop that would take him home -- forgetting that today is christmas, and the bus is on a holiday schedule. By this point, the nausea that sometimes accompanies oxycodone and strong antibiotics has sunk in and he is utterly miserable. Rugrat had tried to call him a few times and he wasn't picking up, so when he finally called her back, she came to me to ask me to please pick him up.
We brought him home with us so that he could sleep off the pain med in peace and quiet (he has two brothers at home). When he woke up, I fed him ginger ale and cream of wheat and eggs to ease his nausea so he could take his antibiotic and pain med later in the day (his mom worked all day, but I don't get the feeling that she's a particularly nurturing sort). His brother finally came and picked him up at 11:30.
Tomorrow first thing, his mom is dropping him, on her way to work, by a dental clinic for low-income people to get the tooth pulled. He planned to take the damned bus home afterward, but I nixed that. No way he's getting on a bus after getting a nasty-assed, infected tooth pulled. So I get to pick him up tomorrow AM and bring him home so he can sleep of the meds in peace and quiet (again, the brothers) while rugrat is at work and I putter around the apartment.
It's a good thing I really like her boyfriend, isn't it.
Leaving you with one of my all-time favorite holiday songs: Adam Sandler's Hanukkah Song.
Oh yeah...whatcha think about the new look?